“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
In the background you can see the crane, which would in the weeks to follow bring all you see here to the ground.
For some time, Purina ran a feed service out of the elevator. Inside and outside were signs of its past presence.
Numbers on a pillar counted tank capacity for a removed water container; an unhinged door in an unhinged factory beguiles those looking for an exit.
A wrecked pressure gauge and employee time cards.
Looking out of the elevators. Canada Malting, Vitera A and Vitera B in the background.
If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.
The trees were so overgrown, it was difficult to see the hotel at all from the road.
The hospital featured a farm that once helped to sustain it. This is one of the few remaining signs of those years, near the Nurse’s Cottage.